"Knock, knock, knock... Zi Xia!" Xuexue gently knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside.
"Strange, where did this girl go so early in the morning?" Xuexue murmured to herself, reaching out and gently pushing the door...
"Creak!"
Unexpectedly, the door swung open easily: "This girl, how can she leave without closing the door? What if a thief comes in?"
Xuexue talked as she walked into the room, and at a glance, she saw Zi Xia lying on the bed. Upon closer inspection, her eyes were tightly shut, her face flushed as if she had a fever.
"Zi Xia, Zi Xia, what's wrong with you?"
Zi Xia slightly opened her eyes, her expression pained: "Miss, I feel so hot, like I'm in a furnace."
Saying this, she reached out and pushed away the quilt covering her.
Xuexue reached out to feel her forehead; it was scorching hot—clearly, Zi Xia had a fever.
"Oh dear, you have a fever. Did you catch a cold last night?"
"Miss, my foot hurts, it's a piercing pain."
